The Beloved Heritage Becomes Prey and Wasteland

House, heritage, lion, and speckled bird lament a beloved turned prey

I have forsaken mine house, I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly beloved of my soul into the hand of her enemies. Mine heritage is unto me as a lion in the forest; it crieth out against me: therefore have I hated it. Mine heritage is unto me as a speckled bird, the birds round about are against her; come ye, assemble all the beasts of the field, come to devour.

Animal images do not strip real people of dignity. Beloved heritage remains beloved even under 'I have hated it.' The speech is divine grief and judgment, not a cue to hunt people as beasts.

Many shepherds ruin the vineyard, and wheat yields thorns

Many pastors have destroyed my vineyard, they have trodden my portion under foot, they have made my pleasant portion a desolate wilderness. They have made it desolate, and being desolate it mourneth unto me; the whole land is made desolate, because no man layeth it to heart. The spoilers are come upon all high places through the wilderness: for the sword of the LORD shall devour from the one end of the land even to the other end of the land: no flesh shall have peace. They have sown wheat, but shall reap thorns: they have put themselves to pain, but shall not profit: and they shall be ashamed of your revenues because of the fierce anger of the LORD.

Warfare is not an acceptable means of purification. Spoilers and sword interpret devastation already underway. No-flesh-shall-have-peace is lament, not a crusade slogan. Failed harvest shames revenues, not farmworkers.